reggie rueffer
graham the master o' libations was wearing his boss martians t-shirt, which is fitting 'n' proper, since i'd seen those seattle brats play one of the best shows i've ever seen at el wreck to like eight people one mid-week evening three or four yrs ago.
see, when current hochimen/ex-spot and mildred frontguy reggie rueffer came out to do the fwac acoustic monday thingy last night, it was for an audience of about ten or so, half of whom dwindled away in the course of the performance, leaving reggie's pals jim 'n' frank, his charlie pride riddim section mate derek spigener (also a badass jazz drummer, i hear), fwac honcho/goodwin frontguy/good show co-host tony diaz (whose band will be opening for spot when they hold their reunion show at the wreck in march, usedta go see 'em everytime they played deep ellum back in '96 and once interviewed them for the uta shorthorn, and wants to broadcast a full-on electric hochimen show live from the good show studio, if allah is merciful and fortune smiles), and yr humble narrator o' events.
reggie played a mix of faves from spot ("horse's head," "moon june spoon") and the hochimen ("my lame ass" from debut disc totenlieder; "do it clean," "brush with religion," "in an old house," and "hymn to them all" from tierra del gato, which might just be the best new rekkid i've heard this long-in-the-tooth yr) along with several new 'riginals from the new cd "that i don't know what to call yet," mainly dealing with recent turbulence in reggie's personal life, just him and his taylor acoustic with highly sympathetic support from percussionist george esquivel. ("next time i might wanna add a solo instrument -- maybe a uillean piper," says reg.)
the wreck on a monday night is a good laboratory to work out the kinks from new material; occasionally reg would double back, cracking himself up when he missed a lyric. every request from the audience was invariably met with a self-deprecating "i dunno if i can get through that." memo to reggie: don't sell yrself short, brah. you're definitely my favorite songwriter. who else can weave such dense thickets of chords, overlay them with aching, arching melodies, 'n' top 'em off with lyrics that somehow manage to be deeply personal as well as intelligent and thought-provoking? now if you can just start doing this on a regular basis, and we can work on getting some ppl _you don't know_ out to hear...
see, when current hochimen/ex-spot and mildred frontguy reggie rueffer came out to do the fwac acoustic monday thingy last night, it was for an audience of about ten or so, half of whom dwindled away in the course of the performance, leaving reggie's pals jim 'n' frank, his charlie pride riddim section mate derek spigener (also a badass jazz drummer, i hear), fwac honcho/goodwin frontguy/good show co-host tony diaz (whose band will be opening for spot when they hold their reunion show at the wreck in march, usedta go see 'em everytime they played deep ellum back in '96 and once interviewed them for the uta shorthorn, and wants to broadcast a full-on electric hochimen show live from the good show studio, if allah is merciful and fortune smiles), and yr humble narrator o' events.
reggie played a mix of faves from spot ("horse's head," "moon june spoon") and the hochimen ("my lame ass" from debut disc totenlieder; "do it clean," "brush with religion," "in an old house," and "hymn to them all" from tierra del gato, which might just be the best new rekkid i've heard this long-in-the-tooth yr) along with several new 'riginals from the new cd "that i don't know what to call yet," mainly dealing with recent turbulence in reggie's personal life, just him and his taylor acoustic with highly sympathetic support from percussionist george esquivel. ("next time i might wanna add a solo instrument -- maybe a uillean piper," says reg.)
the wreck on a monday night is a good laboratory to work out the kinks from new material; occasionally reg would double back, cracking himself up when he missed a lyric. every request from the audience was invariably met with a self-deprecating "i dunno if i can get through that." memo to reggie: don't sell yrself short, brah. you're definitely my favorite songwriter. who else can weave such dense thickets of chords, overlay them with aching, arching melodies, 'n' top 'em off with lyrics that somehow manage to be deeply personal as well as intelligent and thought-provoking? now if you can just start doing this on a regular basis, and we can work on getting some ppl _you don't know_ out to hear...
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